Chapter 90

Three rather dry and hard Rottis along with curry. That's what was on Sean's plate as the man whom he had assigned to bring him lunch gave the plate to him outside the barracks. Watching the man leave Sean stood at a corner and took a bite at the hard roti which was more like a rubber.

'These guys eat shit like these everyday? No, that's not correct. It's just a way of manipulation made by the higher ups to make the army hunger for a nonexistent freedom and have the necessary motivation to continue fighting. Even the bad sanitation facilities and simplistic lifestyle which has been given to the army as well as to the citizens of Taliban controlled cities. This is an efficient way to ensure continuous supply of fresh young blood.

Just think of it this way, if people like these get the best food and best facility and a relatively peaceful environment, then the motivation to fight will be lost and the heads of these terrorist groups will be an empty snake head. '

Just as Sean was contemplating some difficult shit he heard shouts from outside as huge ass trucks came inside the terrorist camps, each filled with unknown goods which he presumed are filled with latest batch of guns.

Eating the rubbery rotti while scooping the overly spicy curry every once in a while Sean looked at the scene quietly while brewing a plan inwardly. The men got out of the trucks one by one while carrying their standard Aks' and shouting at some people to help them unload a few materials while some other trunks were still present inside the truck

With the help of a few people the trunks were unloaded and with the instruction of a person who was seated with the loaded trunks inside the truck, the men carried the trunks to the warehouse. The entire process of unloading and placing the goods in the warehouse was observed by Sean from the sidelines without anyone noticing his presence. Obviously with so many people around, a single person would not garner much attention.

After eating the roti and curry Sean circled around the warehouse while secretly counting the number of securities present around the warehouse. As there were still lot of men it was basically impossible to find out that someone was conducting surveillance and Sean being a trained professional did the job almost as if he was taking a stroll.

Meanwhile within Paradise Palace, guards walked in and out of store rooms, dorms, empty rooms and many places that they could think of. The manhunt, no the woman hunt was happening on a serious note as many goods stored in barrels were turned upside down and many rooms were ravaged.

All this search turned out empty and the guards were starting to get frustrated and scared at the same time. Letting Emily escape, alone was a huge blunder for the guards and their job was at risk, if they couldn't find her then losing the job might be the kindest thing that had ever happened to them and knowing the psychotic Prince's temper they would probably crippled and tortured just to make an example out of them to rest of the guards inorder to get them to work diligently.

"Fuck!! We have searched everywhere. Where the fuck is that bitch?.. Don't tell me that she had already escaped" asked guard A.

"No way! Outside is crawling with guards. She does not have the strength nor does she have the ability to escape the guards. She must be hiding within the palace. The only question is where?" said Guard B.

"Well we searched everywhere and we have yet to come across of anything which remotely points to her" said Guard C.

Just then one of the cleaners passed by the guards while wearing a scarf covering their nose and mouth. The second he passed the three guards, one of the guards held his nose while started acting dramatic by cursing the cleaner who just passed them stating that it smells like shit here.

Even amongst the workers there were certain jobs which incurred bullying and one such job was cleaning job as they literally had to clean the waste and trash, in other words a shit job to do in a world of sword and magic. Just as Guard B was screwing around by trying to curse the cleaner, all three guards froze for a second as if they had an epiphany.

"The trash room!!" all three guards shouted at the same time and Guard C grabbed at the cleaner who had just passed by them and had him lead the way to the trash storage room.

Since the trash room was cleaned only once every five days the place smelt like sewage and rarely any guard passed by or stood near such place. The guards planned on pushing the cleaner inside the trash room inorder to search for Emily while they planned on staying outside to watch the process.

Just like that the guards accompanied by the cleaner stood outside the tightly locked yet horribly smelly corridor which was in the underground of the Paradise Palace.

"Get inside and look for anyone and don't forget to check inside the barrels" said Guard A as he kicked the cleaner towards the door.

The cleaners are generally mortals or warriors with very low level and are usually riddled with loans and do jobs such as this to earn as much as possible. Knowing that he was nothing more than a meat shield for the guards as he would be the first fodder to die incase he finds anyone hiding inside, the cleaner gritted his teeth and entered the shit hole with his mouth and nose covered in a mask.

As he opened and closed barrels of waste one by one the guards watched intently with their mouth and nose covered in a scarf. The guards desperately kept their stomach from churning while the cleaner who was already used to this did his job of checking the contents inside the barrels by shoving his hand inside.

From inside one of those barrels Emily was covered in vegetable waste liquid and watched the scene through the hole. Her heart sped rapidly as she watched the cleaner get close to her hiding place and knew it was only a matter of time before she gets caught by the cleaner and then by the guards.

Finally the scene which she dreaded arrived as the cleaner opened the barrel in which she was hidden and struck his hand inside to check its contents. Emily desperately tried to avoid his hands but the narrow space in the barrel did not help her and the cleaners hand grabbed her hair and another one landed on her chest.

"Eh!!" the cleaner froze and his heart sped up as he shouted "She is in...." before he could finish his line the cleaner had his head grabbed as he watched the body of a woman covered in vegetable waste and took his last breath as his head was twisted by the skimpily covered Emily walked out smelling like trash.

Knowing that they were not capable of defeating this woman, the guards immediately locked the door and while Guard A and B stayed in the corridor to prevent anyone from opening the door Guard C made his way to his superiors to inform the good news and capture the woman.

Meanwhile inside his Dream, Sean seemed to have come up with a crazy plan and was slowly etching way to the climax. Entering the warehouse wasn't quite simple as every personnel going in and coming out were required to give their ID, password while also removing their shemagh incase of wearing one. In other words entering normally was impossible.

Inorder to collect Intel, Sean re-entered the barracks and wasn't disappointed as he obtained a crucial piece of info from one of the member of Taliban and that was 'Someone from higher ups would come to check the truck for the authenticity of the goods still kept inside before moving the truck inside the warehouse and Sean inorder to enter the Warehouse finally obtained a free pass and that was to hide underneath the truck.

Since this was still the early 2000's and being a terrorist camp, the security did not extend beyond checking the incoming and outgoing personnel as they did not believe that someone would be crazy enough to infiltrate the camp.

Next set of actions were quite easy as Sean found a perfect time to slide under the truck and tied himself using the belt he stripped from his uniform which he had discarded long back inside the torture cell.

The wait was excruciating as Sean had to grab onto the bars underneath the truck for stability while constantly fighting the muscle pain and tiredness. However the wait was worth it as just like the Intel had mentioned one of the higher ups graced the barracks with his presence and together they made their way to the parking space where the truck was parked.